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Blood From a RockBlood From A Rock(© Words and Music by Andy Hill) My father owned this land From the banks of Ol’ Miss to the west coast sand And the Black Hills between Where the gold once rolled through the Indian’s dream And I would follow too History books were books I vaguely knew For there were seminars ahead and graphs to memorize Till the day I felt those eyes And they were dancing, and he was chanting… Blood from a rock, water from a stone Tears from an Indian skull and crossbones Blood from a rock, water from a stone I’ve come here to collect There’s a payment owed on an ancient debt To break the Sunday Doctor’s spell Flesh and spirit dance here in hell My father looked straight through He said “your God died with the faithful few.” Son, the Indian’s will dance and the Indians will die What’s one more white lie? You got a big day tomorrow, let’s let Yellow Dogs lie” Blood from a rock, water from a stone Tears from an Indian skull and crossbones They say that we all came from the apes And from what I see it’s true These days I think less about from where we came Than what we descended to Blood from a rock, water from a stone Tears from an Indian skull and crossbones |